Good. Tomorrow night, walk home from work and cut through the construction site on West Forty-Ninth and Park. It's not far from your work. Take some documents. No one will question you.
Lola
You know where I work?
Me
That's your question?
Lola
What about security on the site?
Me
Taken care of. After seven. Find an excuse. I'm sure you have plenty of work that will warrant staying late.
I don't frame it with a question mark. I wouldn't normally do that. Sometimes, I don't even bother with it as me, but she is the kind of woman who will overthink it, ponder. Pick up the vibe I know all about her. Well...Alex does.
Lola
What makes you so sure? You didn't ask, you told me.
Me
Lola
How would you know?
Me
I know everything about you.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LOLA
Everything is buzzing.Still. Hours after the kiss in Enzo's office.
Kiss?
It was so much more.
I don't really know if we almost had sex or if we were heading that way. Maybe men these days are into a weird abstinence and just pleasure women?
Even I, with my very limited experience, know that is just pure fantasy.
My erotic books might have a bunch of guys taking a woman and pleasuring her, but in the real world...
It doesn't feel right.
At least for me.
In the real world, I want that extra step, I want sex. I want a man who can't keep it in his pants and does everything he can to get the girl. The girl being me.
Of course, when I say real world, I might mean perfect world, and by that I might mean kink parameters. Not the rape or non-con thing in the traditional sense, but the guy I want who can't stop once he tastes me.
That sort of fantasy take is hot.
